Mystic Code Novels & Stories

Something that made even the monsters inside Project Echo seem tame. My fingers hovered over the pad. Damian’s voice came quietly beside me. “If you stall, I kill them. All three, one at a time. I’ll start with the little one.” I closed my eyes and typed in the code. NYX-0XA7-PHI42-OMEGA The vault clicked. A series of mechanical groans echoed through the walls. The doors split slowly, revealing a corridor bathed in sterile white light. I stepped back. Damian turned toward the light, reverent but he was still watching me.

Astrid's POV The sound of the keyboard and the candy twirling in my tongue was the only thing breaking the silence in this huge penthouse. My fingers flew across the keys, tapping out code faster than anyone could type and my brain could comprehend it all at the same time. If there was one thing I was dearly in love with, that was coding and hacking. There was no drama, no stress, no ghost from the past, no mafia war– just numbers, codes and puzzles to solve and sometimes, pieces to move which was more intriguing than any out in the world experience.

"Not runes or philosophy. Real proof that this is all a game." "Alright." Julian closed his eyes, and something shifted in the containment cell. The suppression runes flickered. The walls became translucent. And through them, I saw something impossible. Lines. Millions of lines of code scrolling past in languages I didn't recognize but somehow understood. Programming the physics of Lenore, the behaviors of anomalies, the progression systems for Hunters. All of it displayed like I was looking at the source code of reality itself. And there, in the center of the code, was Julian's designation: FINAL_BOSS_TIER_S_MARIONETTIST_ACTIVE.

NATHANIEL POV I’m staring at my laptop like it’s breathing. The Ashen projection sits there in my inbox, timestamped 2:12 a.m., no sender name, no signature. But it’s not blank. There’s a code buried inside the file name, subtle, almost lazy in how it sits there like it belongs. Eight digits. I type them into my head without even trying. 09122014. Mallorca. The villa. The day we moved in.

Like a status sitting in the thrown forcibly I might seem, with no regard of consequences that will follow, tirelessly looking for not any particular reason, out of boredom, starting playing with my extinctual foggy self, enjoying some kind of feeling of control while moving forward toward the hazy future, hoping that my abominable past would not wait ahead of me. Searching to seek anything that will gives me some feeling or make me interested, but only my aura accompany me who gives me feed back to what it found which is nothing until it stumble upon a mater that make my self shedder silty from the impact, this matter is so dark , compere to the darkness that surrounded it feels like light

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

I asked while kicking Jeremy in the stomach. "Located object class (X34/X51/X09/X75),” he replied quickly. “That's the location of The Wolf of Death. We can start attacking now. Type the following code on the next line in order; process commandline*/, "unsigned port =1337, "Unsigned char = 1 "Unsigned int I = o j = o; "Int raw_num = o "For ?(I = O; I <(unsigned) argc; i++ ”If (argv(I)(o)=‘_')

It took a while but I could plainly discern a figure being shaped within the dark aura. [Minion Gnoll -Mystic rank] Level 5 EXP: 0/12000 HP-3000 CON-300 ATK-300 STR- 100 DEF-105 DEX-21 Speed-52 AGI-52 Mana -0 INT-50 Skills- Dash(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Mystic) Enhanced(Elite) Life-Drain(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Web(Elite) Poison bite(Elite) Demise(Unique)

One would say I’m lucky if luck is something you believe in. I’m not entirely sure that I believe in luck, but I do believe in mystical shit. I even believe in psychics and things of that nature. I’m also huge on Roman mythology. Being all Italian, it feels natural for me to be curious about it. My family and even some of my friends think I’m a little odd for my fondness for mystical things. I honestly don’t really talk to them about it. It’s okay that it’s not their thing or that they don’t fully understand it. They support me and that’s all that matters. Plus, I have one person I can talk about all of this with, and that would be Maverick. He’s my twin flame, which is very different from a